I pull down the duvet then pull it back up again, then go around tucking up the sides and sliding the quilt around and puffing up the pillows and patting them down for about 10 minutes before i can sleep It progressed gradually and i barely even noticed it before it got this bad My poor fiance. Id have murdered me by now I dont have it with anything else though, am pretty sure
it scares me how you just CANT STOP the odd breathing during a panic attack, its really terrible. Im used to coping with shakes, but breathing like that was new to me and hit me hard, like muscle spasms and shit. Nasty
A receptionist at a hospital I used to work at had an 8 minute routine getting out of her car. If you said hi or asked her a question she would have to start over again. Me and my friend used to do this frequently.
I have an extreme issue with very drastic changes in my routine and they completely fucked my schedule for the next week and I nearly had a panic attack all day...I'm trying not to let it stress me out, but I hate when things interrupt my normal patterns. And when those cops came in last night, they tore everything apart, so I've been a nervous wreck trying to get everything back in order and it's disgusting knowing they touched my things. I've been spazzing about that a little much here, too. I've been doing good, though, no panic attacks yet and I got the most important rooms straightened up to what I deem "live-able." But they still put their dirty germy hands on everything we own and that is not cool. Tomorrow I'm buying a crapload of disinfectant so I can somehow feel better about it all. My big thing, though, is counting. I count everything, sometimes a billion times over to make sure it's right. And I hate odd numbers!
Seems something changed within the kids born in the 80s and beyond. More susceptical to crap when the doctors claim to be getting better in areas like these. Are the fumes from planes raining down on us slowly poisoning? Or is it the water.
I hate OCD. I'm like it with my house-like right now, my house is a mess to me and immaculate to others. And my morning routine has to go the same way every day. If something is off (for instance, no listerine) I'll go nuts!
I have finally stopped the counting! I don't know how I did it, but I just noticed that the counting in my head is gone. I used to count to 8 with everything I did. If I didn't finish a task by the time I counted to eight I would start counting again. Like it used to take me ten counts of eight to get my dog to pee outside. OMG! I'm so rewarding myself today.
I have this weird thing going lately with my garage door. I can never be 100% certain that it is closed. Even if I sit there and watch it close before I drive off, I will still start wondering as soon as it's out of site. I've actually turned back and double checked it before while on my way to work, adding an extra 40 minutes to my commute.
